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After a day's rest, the people moved and continued their journey deeper into the underground mausoleum. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe major forces are ahead, the mercenaries and adventurers are following closely, and even some of the injured guys are struggling to keep up.

The underground mausoleum is unpredictable, and no one knows if there will be any undead influx after the major forces leave. The black gate is not allowed to enter or exit, there is no way out, there is still a glimmer of life to move forward, and if you don't move, you may only wait for death!

On the opposite side of the square, there was an equally black gate, which, according to the memory of the Scorpion King Imet, was considered to be entering the perimeter of the underground mausoleum only after stepping out.

The perimeter of the underground mausoleum was similar to the dungeon in the Vale of Valenia, the sky was gray, the air was cloudy, and the air was filled with a faint and oppressive energy fluctuation. As far as the eye can see, it is all rolling hills, and there is no end in sight.

After walking out of the square and coming to the hilly area, the major forces scattered in all directions, each looking for a direction to advance. The mercenaries and adventurers who followed followed after weighing for a moment then split up, some following the powerful Holy See, some following the powerful Dark Guild from afar, and some acting alone in a team, hoping to find some treasure

"Lord Lord, you see, which direction should we go?" Looking at the hills with no end in sight, Evelyn asked Yang Ling's opinion.

"Well, I heard that if you go all the way east, you can enter the real underground mausoleum! However, I still have some things to deal with, you go first, if you encounter any trouble, just crush this crystal, and I will know your location." After a moment of silence, Yang Ling took out an improved 'dolphin sound' magic talisman from the spatial ring and handed it to the slim mermaid Evelyn.

Originally, talismans such as 'Dolphin Sound' and 'Thunderbolt' required magical power to use, but after a long period of exploration, he managed to refine a batch of improved talismans that could be used by simply inputting magic or fighting energy. Although the power has decreased, there is no problem with using it for long-distance messages and help.

With the Scorpion King Immet, the former guardian of the catacombs, he certainly knew where the real entrance to the catacombs was. However, before you are fully prepared, rushing in will only lead to death.

Building a teleportation array, collecting valuable items on the periphery of the catacombs, and trying to secretly attack the Holy See army all need to be done in secret, and it is impossible to act with Evelyn and her party.

"It's a conch shell, and with a strong blow, we'll know where you're going. There are few of you, so be careful on the road!"

Seeing that Yang Ling was reluctant to act together, Evelyn was obviously a little disappointed, took the magic talisman in Yang Ling's hand, gently put it in her arms and hid it closely, and handed Yang Ling a conch of the Sea Clan. Then he led his people all the way to the east and strode away, and soon the slim figure disappeared behind a hillside.

"My lord, this mermaid is good, but unfortunately, the butt is still a little small!" Seeing Yang Ling carefully playing with the spiral-shaped conch left by Evelyn, the Corpse Witch King smiled.

"Hehe, Rodriguez, don't worry, if you meet a woman with a big ass one day, we will definitely find a way to help you stay!" Looking at the Corpse Witch King who was obsessed with lust, Yang Ling shook his head, once again comprehending the unique aesthetics of his old silver stick, "Hurry up and build a teleportation magic array nearby, summon your army of the undead, don't keep thinking about other people's big ass!"

"Summoning the army of the undead?" "The Corpse Witch King hesitated a little and looked at Yang Ling suspiciously, "My lord, what do you mean?"

"Hehe, the underground mausoleum is so big, it's too sorry for yourself if you don't play well with those guys in the Holy See!" Looking at the direction in which the Holy See was going, Yang Ling smiled, and after a pause, he continued: "Rodriguez, next, you will be the undead guard of the underground mausoleum for a few days, you should know very well what to do, just clean your hands and feet!"

"Quack, okay, I like this idea!" The Corpse Witch King understood what Yang Ling meant.

The underground mausoleum is lifeless, and the spirits of the undead such as zombies and mummies are endless. For ordinary people, this is a fierce place that cannot be stayed for a long time, but for the Corpse Witch King, this is a rare and good place.

The gray sky, the dull and oppressive feeling, the turbid air, the ubiquitous death and the undead, this made him feel like he was back on the undead plane, and the undead magic was like a fish in water.

After building a teleportation magic array near the exit of the square and laying down a ban to protect it and ensure that the retreat was foolproof, Yang Ling led the Black Dragon King and the Scorpion King Immet and other five witch guards to stride away to collect valuable items on the periphery of the underground mausoleum.

According to the plan, the Corpse Witch King will act alone as a Guardian of the Catacombs, leading the zombies, skeletons, and revenant knights he summons to track down the whereabouts of the Holy See army, and find ways to weaken the opponent's strength and kill the opponent's elite.

Elder Brown, who led the army step by step and acted cautiously, didn't know how stupid this operation was! Forget about finding the portal of the underground mausoleum, the task of trying to capture Yang Ling back to the Holy City to torture him to extract a confession has caused them great trouble and disaster!

Under the guidance of the Scorpion King Immet, Yang Ling led the five witch guards to a zombie valley more than ten miles away. There is a mysterious jade tablet there, and for thousands of years, Imet has been close several times and has not been able to find a chance to make a move, and now that the zombie king Hartings is dead, he naturally will not miss a good opportunity to take advantage of it.

The crowd acted quickly, and after killing a few groups of zombies and mummies in their way, they soon arrived in the eerie Valley of Zombies.

The Valley of Zombies is long and deep, and there is no end in sight at a glance, and zombies walk around from time to time. The sky above the valley was shrouded in a cloud-like black gas, gathering and dispersing, like a big snake that was coiled up and wriggled constantly.

After feeling the breath of the living, a group of zombies roared with their heads raised and pounced frantically. The leading guy is nearly three meters tall, his upper body is covered with scars, and he is holding a heavy black iron spear, and the head of the spear emits a circle of red light under the blessing of the fighting spirit. Obviously, he was a powerful high-ranking warrior or knight during his lifetime.

"Hmph, look for death!"

After snorting coldly, the Black Dragon King took the lead in acting, turning into a black dragon and pounced on it with a 'whew', opening his mouth and spewing out a mouthful of dragon breath. Immediately after, spewed out flames that soared into the sky.

Under his attack, the zombies were burned and screamed. Some were burned to the ground, some were charred, and some were even burned to ashes!

"Ah, sinners who broke into the mausoleum, go to death!" After the fire, the giant zombie that was burned to char jumped up like lightning, and swooped down on Yang Ling not far away with a Xuantie spear, his bloodthirsty eyes were red.

The giant zombie was very fast, but when the sharp spear was only half a step away from Yang Ling, it could no longer advance an inch, and it was frozen into a hard ice sculpture by the purple rat lying on Yang Ling's left shoulder.

"Hehe, the little guy did a good job!" Looking at the giant zombie that was frozen so much that he couldn't move in an instant, Yang Ling smiled with satisfaction, knocked on the little head of the purple squirrel, and strode forward, not paying attention to the zombie in the way at all.

The undead roar of the Crystal Skull and the Soul Light Wave directly attacked the souls of the enemy, and even the Dark Templar of the Holy See was caught off guard and was mortally injured, not to mention a rabble of zombies!

Soon, the zombies in the Valley of the Zombies were slaughtered by everyone, adding a lot of soul energy to the crystal skeleton. Without the command of the zombie king Hartings, ordinary zombies are no threat to everyone at all.

"My lord, this is the mysterious jade tablet of the Valley of the Zombies, it is full of patterns and symbols, and I don't know what it is!" According to the memories of thousands of years, the Scorpion King Immet walked around the Valley of the Zombies, leading everyone to a mysterious jade tablet.

The jade tablet is not large, only one person high, the tentacles are cold, and it is engraved with intricate patterns and symbols, exuding wisps of energy fluctuations.

The empty valley and the lonely jade monument give people a sense of desolation and sadness.

"My lord, this is Buyiwen, a legend, a kind of writing written for the undead in ancient times!" After taking a closer look at the words on the jade tablet, the Wyvern King Thrace cried out in a lost voice.

Their two-legged wyvern has lived in the Wyvern Valley for generations, guarding the Temple of the Ice and Snow Goddess under the Heavenly Lake of the Great Snow Mountain of Anima. Thrace can't dive to the temple underwater, but that doesn't mean other wyverns can't.

Thousands of years ago, when he was just learning to fly, a violent earthquake struck the snowy mountains, sending shocking waves into the calm waters of the lake. After the violent earthquake, the Flying Dragon King dived to the bottom of the lake and brought back a small waist plaque, which was engraved with symbols and patterns similar to those of the jade tablet.

According to the oldest and most knowledgeable Wyvern in the tribe at the time, this was the Buyi language written specifically for the undead. However, no one can understand the specific meaning, and the words left down from ancient times have long been lost.

Written specifically for the undead?

Could it be that this is the Otherworldly Text, or is it a sacrifice of an ancient wizard?

Looking at the mysterious symbols and patterns on the jade tablet, Yang Ling felt a lingering, heavy desolation and sadness. The soul-stirring feeling was similar to some of the rituals in the obelisk, and in the dark, he felt that this mysterious jade tablet had an unknown and inexplicable connection with the ancient wizard he had been searching for.

(To be continued)